It was another busy weekend for Rhys and after spending so much time trying to get any information about Richard Pratt, another name his secret aid threw at him through the obituary on the newspaper, his brain needed rest. He was exhausted. As much as he wanted to retire to his bed, he knew he had so much more to do.
When his stomach finally growled, he decided to cook dinner.
While chopping onions on the cutting board while his pot was boiling, his mind wandered off to his next-door neighbor. Emily. He wondered whether she was home and what she could be doing right this very moment.
Rhys sighed. He missed talking to her. And looking at the dish he was preparing, an idea sprung into his mind. And a few minutes later, he was prancing back and forth outside Emily’s door as he held a d
